Chapter 6
"I've got to pee, Daddy!" Debby begged, looking up at Edward's towering figure from where he had chained her to the foot of her bed.
She wiggled her naked ass against the carpet, trying to find some position that would ease the pain in her bladder.
Debby hadn't taken a piss since her father had first confronted her, and a lot of bumps and bruises had happened since then. Her cunt had been plundered first by a cock, then by inanimate objects, and the corn-holing of her ass had shoved her guts around. All of it had put pressure on her stretched bladder, and the cola she had drunk earlier in the day had worked its way through.
Even when she just sat there, she ached. Her hands were bound in cuffs her father had bolted to her bed, and her waist was encircled by heavy loops of chain. Other metal links hobbled her feet. Her own bedroom was turned into a dungeon.
The dungeon master was her father; he left no doubt about that. The black leather outfit branded him a sadist, and the missing codpiece allowed his balls and pendulous cock to hang out.
"Daddy, listen to me!" she begged. "I haven't peed in a real long time. If I don't get to the bathroom real soon, I'll do it right here on the floor!"
"You do and you'll lick it up!" he said, as if the idea had no more meaning to him than washing up before a meal.
Debby almost choked on the idea. The bitter taste of bile rose to her mouth. Even the thought of it was almost enough to make her puke. But still, she had to piss and there was nothing she could do about that.
"I don't want to, Daddy, but I don't think I can hold it much longer!" Debby moaned.
Her father appeared to study her, then he bent down and unclasped the chains on her feet. When her ankles were free, he used a key to unlock her hands, then he hauled her erect with the chains still dangling from her waist. Those he made her carry to the bathroom down the hall. , Debby entered the small room and tried to close the door, but her father had followed her inside.
"Daddy, I've got to pee!" she insisted.
"That's right," Edward answered. "But you're not going to use the toilet. Drop the chains and prop yourself up on the back of the bathtub where I can watch you take a piss."
"You're going to watch?" the young girl asked, abashed.
"Every damn drop of your golden shower while you piss down into the bathtub," he answered. "Now get up there with your back against the wall and hunker down."
Once again Debby was amazed. And appalled. And ashamed. It just wasn't possible that a grown man wanted to watch his own daughter piss. But Edward was standing there in the bathroom with her, staring sternly as she held the chains up around her naked body. Her bladder cramped and ached so much that she knew it was about to explode, and she was going to have to relieve it, whether her father left the bathroom or not.
Debby allowed the chains to clatter loudly to the tile floor, and she turned to the combination shower and tub at the back of the small room. She put both bare feet inside then backed up to the wall.
The shape left her only two places to put her feet. On each side, a small platform was created at the rim where the tub curved around to the sides, and Debby put a heel on each and pushed herself up along the wall. The perch was precarious and she had to take it slowly as she carefully slid her naked back down the wall. The spread of her feet pulled open her thighs as she slid down, flaring her young pink pussy wide. Her cunt gash gaped as Edward went to his ass on the floor outside and halfway down the tub.
"Don't look at my pussy like that!" Debby cried, the tears of humiliation beginning to stain her cheeks. "It embarrasses me to have you watch me pee!"
"Then don't piss!" he snarled at her. "You either piss like that or you don't let a drop out of your cunt. If you do it any other way, you're going to lick it up while I'm using the riding crop."
There really was no choice. When she hunkered down on the side of the tub, the muscles of her belly tightened even more harshly around her tortured bladder. No matter what position she was in, or who was watching, Debby's pisshole was about to release a flood. There was no way for the embarrassed young girl to hold it back any more, and even as she fought against it, she could feel it breaking through.
The tiny pisshole in her pussy-slit flared open and the first drop glistened in its mouth. It hurt, and Debby's head slammed back against the wall and her teeth ground against each other. But once the break had been made in the dam of her control, there was no stopping her bladder. The tortured organ clenched and caused Debby's pisshole to gush.
A yellow stream exploded from her cunt. It arched out into the tub, spraying across the bottom until it splashed against the other end. Debby howled from the pain of the sudden release and from the shame of having her father watch.
Drops splashed from the sides of the stream and sprinkled around. Golden piss swirled in the bottom of the tub and gurgled noisily down the drain.
Edward could feel the heat from it. There was something lewd and exciting about having his face so close, and his cock started stirring where it rested on his balls. His own bladder was full and almost demanded release as he watched his daughter's piss gush out.
Some of the power of the stream played out and the stream moved down into the center of the tub. It splattered, sending drops all over the hard pastel surface until the tub glistened from piss. The golden liquid poured down the drain now, rather than swirled, as Debby's bladder forced the last piss from her cunt. Tears crossed her cheeks and dripped from her chin onto her naked tits, as the final dribbles of piss drained along her cunt-slit and spread out over her ass.
Suddenly, her father jumped up at the side of the tub and knocked her feet out from under her with his hand. Debby's heels flew from the small platform and the back of her head scraped down the wall and bumped against the edge of the tub. Her ass thudded into the back of the tub, then slipped on the piss and plunged down.
Debby sprawled on her back along the piss-wet tub, her ears still ringing from the blow to the back of her head. Smelling the piss she was lying in, she tried to struggle up, but the surface was too slippery for her hands. Again the back of her head rapped against the hard surface, and for a second, she lost consciousness. When her eyes cleared and she stared up, it was right at the swollen, semi-hard cock of her father.
"No!" she cried when she realized what he was about to do.
He held the base of his large prick and aimed his bulging cockhead right for her tits. She could see the tiny piss-slit at the tip of his cockhead, and as she watched, the tiny opening flared and an instant later a stream of piss burst out.
Hot piss splashed down onto her tits, branding them with its heat. Drops splattered from where the stream broke against her flesh, and arched up to sprinkle her face.
"Don't pee on me!" she bellowed, but quickly snapped her mouth shut. Some of the nasty piss had splashed in on her tongue to spread its salty, stinging taste.
The main golden stream poured against her nipple. It seemed to scald where it touched. Debby imagined that her flesh had been seared beyond repair.
The stuff sprayed across her chest to her other tit and nipple as it splashed over the flesh of her naked body. Edward held his thick spurting shaft in his hand, guiding his piss around. Debby cringed in the tub as the golden stream moved onto her stomach, finding her navel with ease. Hot piss splashed into the small indentation and the stinking liquid poured down her sides. Then it was at her cunt, soaking her wispy blonde pussy-hairs. Her legs were slightly parted, her knees bent up, and the splashing piss quickly sprayed into her cunt-slit.
It pulsed down onto her tiny clit, heating the small bud of sex nerves. Her clit was so sensitive it seemed to rise in her cunt gash as if reaching out to meet his cascading piss.
Debby groaned when piss splashed against the opening of her cunt-hole, then worked its way down to the brown bud of her ass. Then it started flowing back up her body.
Her whole body tensed when it didn't stop at her nipples and continued up onto her neck. Horrified, she felt his piss move upward and she screamed when it first touched her face.
Her mouth filled with the evil-tasting stuff and she choked when she tried to close her lips against the stream. Most of his piss had bubbled back out across her chin, but some of it had collected in the back of her mouth. The smelly stream battered against her nose as Debby fought for breath. Finally, she gasped sharply and a mouthful of the piss ran down into her throat. Some of it reached her stomach, but part of it made her choke. She coughed violently, opening her mouth to more of the vile piss when it splattered down from her closed eyes.
Her own father was pissing in her face! She was being used as a toilet as if she was worthy of nothing more!
Debby was only partially aware of the stream growing weaker and returning to her tits. Humiliation burned deeply into the frightened young girl, and shame seemed to fill her from head to toe.
Then her whole world exploded, shocking her tortured mind and body. Her father had turned on the shower full-force but had opened only the cold water. It rained down onto the piss-covered girl in a stinging spray. Once more, her head arched up, then flew back and cracked against the hard bottom of the tub, knocking her almost senseless. For long seconds she didn't even know where she was except that she was caught naked in a brutal freezing rain. Cold water lifted the smell of piss from her body and swirled it down the drain, but in its place it left a shocking chill.
Debby hadn't known her father had left the bathroom, but when he returned, he was dangling a short length of small-linked chain from his fist. At the end of the chain was a thick leather collar.
Edward tossed a towel into the tub to his naked trembling daughter, and sat on top of the closed toilet and watched her dry her wet skin. It was water drops that marked her now, but he remembered with satisfaction when it had been the golden drops of his piss. He had even seen it go into her mouth and noticed that she had to gulp some of it down. It wouldn't kill her, he thought smugly, and it was certainly nothing she didn't deserve.
For fucking boys in his house while he was gone, he later might even piss down her throat while he was fucking her face. He could imagine her slender throat working to take down his hot, golden piss while her young mouth was filled with his cock. The idea set off tingles in his heavy-hanging balls, but there was enough time later for that. Right now his bladder was completely empty from pissing on his daughter, and it was time, instead, to teach her about discipline.
Debby stood up in the tub, rubbing her cunt and ass with the towel. She had tried to scrub away the stains from her flesh with the rough cloth, but the piss marks on her skin remained in her mind. There was no towel in the world that could rub that away.
She glanced up. Her father was standing there in the center of the room with the chain dangling from one hand. For the first time she noticed that the riding crop lay across the counter by the lavatory basin. So intent had she been on the chain and the collar that she hadn't noticed what he had brought in his other hand.
He motioned her over, then forced her to her knees with a rough hand on one of her shoulders. Her knees bumped sharply against the hard tile, then she plopped down onto her ass. She sat next to his legs as he leaned forward, his cock almost brushing her cheek as he fastened the leather collar tightly around her neck.
"If you're going to be a little bitch, you're going to have to learn to act like one," he laughed, testing the chain with a tug of his hand.
The collar tightened around Debby's throat and cut off her breath.
Debby started to rise to her feet, but the riding crop slashed down lightly across her back. Even the gentle blow left a line of stinging skin.
"Bitch dogs don't walk on their hind legs!"
he snarled at her as he twisted the chain around the fingers of his left hand. "Bitch dogs walk on all fours, just like all the other curs in town!"
So she was a dog now, Debby thought bitterly. Fucked, corn-holed, pissed on, and now nothing more than a fucking dog!
For the first time since early that evening, a trace of anger grew in the young girl. Her body stiffened as if she was about to leap up and scream out at her evil father. But Edward must have noticed the trace of rebellion about to grow in his daughter. With a swipe of his arm, he slashed the riding crop down across the backs of her naked shoulders.
This time there was nothing gentle about the blow and it cut deeply into her tender skin. An angry welt erupted along the trail of the lash, and its pain chased all thoughts of defiance from Debby's mind.
"Please don't hit me, Daddy!" the young girl cried, whimpering as she folded up next to his feet.
She curled into a fetal ball on the floor, unconsciously covering her cunt and tits.
"Then get up on all fours like a good little bitch dog!" he growled as he yanked on the chain. "I want you to heel right here by my left leg. And if you don't do it right, I'll teach you how with the riding crop!"
Although aching and ashamed, Debby hurried to comply. She had no doubt that she would end up heeling like a dog there beside him, it was only a question of whether she would be beaten first. The tile hurt her knees as she got up beside his left leg then sat back on her heels. Her hands were pressed palm-down onto the floor.
"You learn pretty quickly." Edward could see the naked little bitch kneeling there by his left side. He tugged on the chain. "Now let's learn how bitch dogs walk beside their masters."
He stepped out. The collar tightened around Debby's throat until she was forced to follow. The closer she crawled next to his leg, the less pressure she felt from the collar. At least she could breathe, and when they were out of the bathroom and headed down the hall, the ache of her knees was cushioned by the carpet.
When he suddenly stopped, she didn't halt fast enough and he twisted his body and lashed down onto her ass with the crop. Rapidly, she backed up on her hands and knees, then sat back down once more on her heels.
Her naked ass burned from the blow. A red line of fire was tattooed across it, and she was sure there would be more. All she could do was suffer through the pain and humiliation and try to heel constantly by his leg.
He walked her around the house, applying the riding crop to her ass each time she was slow to respond to his moves. Those times grew fewer and fewer as Debby learned to anticipate him, until she could have won every dog-obedience show in town. All her father had to do was to tense enough to take a step and Debby was moving with him. Somehow, she recognized when he would stop, and by the time both of his feet came together she was perched with her naked ass on her heels.
"Now let's see how you do without the chain," he said, reaching down and unsnapping the leash from the collar.
The thick leather band stayed around her neck, but at least she wouldn't be choked by a pull from his hand.
"Walk around me from the front to the back, then come back to a heel," he ordered, showing her with his hand how he would order the move in the future.
For a second, Debby hesitated. The freedom from the chain tempted her to defy him. She was quick enough that she could be to her feet and halfway across the living room before he could move. But where would she go? All of the doors were locked, and he would catch up with her as she fumbled trying to open them. And would she really dash outside completely naked? Even if she did, there was no one around for almost a mile, and the only chance she would have would be to lose herself in the woods.
She crawled around his legs then heeled beside him. He waved his hand and she did it again. He placed a hand in front of her face, then stepped out, crossing the living room before he turned around to face her. Debby's gaze was caught by his pendulous cock and she almost didn't see the motion of his fingers. But just in time, she crawled over to him, circling his right side to come up from behind and heel beside his left leg.
He taught her to fetch, making her pick up things with her mouth and return to kneel before him so he could pat her on the head. Then, in his sadistic way, he offered to let her kiss his cock as a reward.
When she hesitated, he raised his whip and Debby leaned forward and touched her lips to his prick. For doing something extra-specially good, he allowed her to take his cockhead in her mouth and give it a couple of sucks.
Before long, even Debby was looking forward to those times, since it meant that she had done something to please him. And as long as he allowed her to suck on his cockhead, he was too pleased to whip her ass with the riding crop.
"Now you know obedience," he said to her as his cockhead slipped from her lips. "It's time to learn how to show honor to your master."
Debby looked up at him, confused.
"My feet," he ordered. "Lick my feet like a cowering dog!"
Debby groaned, but her humiliation was so deep now that she felt that nothing could degrade her further. Slowly, she lowered her face toward his feet and opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue touched right behind his toes, and she slowly dragged it wetly toward the ankle. When she tried to lift her head, he banged down on it with the riding crop to inform her that she wasn't through.
And there, in the late night hours, Debby washed her father's feet with her tongue. Even between his toes was glistening clean from her spit by the time the young girl was through.